At this point, there is only one solution. I have to act fast, because who knows how long Cecily's walk will be?
Turns out, that's not a problem. With my left hand pressed against the wooden door, I take matters into my own, ahem, hand. Closing my eyes, I chase the edge of something sharp and carnal and necessary. Too much of Cecily lingers in my system, and in a shockingly short amount of time, I am relieved of my problem. When it's over, I rest my forehead against the door, heart rate lowering to a steady rhythm.
The alleviation is tantamount to the realization quickly soaking through my post-orgasm stupor. What just happened does not bode well for the next three weeks. All it took was Cecily to shake out her hair and I was a goner. What am I going to do, dissolve into a puddle when I see Cecily in her pajamas? What if I catch a glimpse of her changing? It's very possible that for the next three weeks I'm going to have to addrub one outto my morning routine. Not even for pleasure, but for survival.
What have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER 28
Cecily
I turnedmy walk into a perusal around the grounds of the ranch. There's a pool I'd love to put to use later, a spa, restaurants, and endless tiny lizards darting across the paths. I lost count at twenty.
Why am I spending time counting lizards? Because there was a lizard of a totally different variety back in my room. I'm nearing death just thinking about it. About Dom. The way he tried so hard to keep me clueless, and then once I clued in, the way he blushed like he'd experienced a wardrobe malfunction. If it hadn't been for the way he reacted, I would've made light of the situation, or reminded him it's simply blood flow. I can't deny the knot of pressure I felt low in my belly at the sight of him. A teeny, tiny part of me entertained the teeniest, tiniest, most fleeting thought of helping him relieve it. But that didn't come to me until I'd stepped out the door and made my way under a palo verde tree.
So. Here I am. Sitting on a bench near the Dog House Saloon. Trying and failing not to think of Dom's bulge.
It sounds like the name of a landmark. Dom's Bulge.
I laugh to myself. I can't help it. That was funny.
"Are you smiling for the reason I think?" Dom's voice comes to me, timid. I don't think I've heard him sound that way before. It's...endearing.
Gripping the edge of the bench with my hands on either side of my leg, I lean forward and peer left, watching Dom walk up. "Yes, but only because I made myself laugh."
"That's not awesome," Dom says, walking closer. "That is, in fact, one of the worst things I could hear."
He is so embarrassed, it makes me want to hug him. But what if I hug him and it happens again? Is that a thing? Can it happen in succession? I'm assuming he tired the fellow out, but what if he only willed it away?
No touching, then.
"Not laughing at you," I clarify.
Dom stops in front of me, blocking the sun from shining in my eyes. It makes the outline of his body appear to shine, like the world's hottest, most mortified angel. "Should I ask what made you laugh?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"On whether you agree to stop feeling embarrassed and laugh with me."
"Easy for you to say. You weren't the one with aphysical responseto something."
I pretend to be scandalized, leaning forward and holding onto the bench on either side of my thighs. "What was it exactly? The rustic, western vibes? The framed wall art of the old cowboy in the bathtub?"
Dom narrows his eyes. "You know what it was. I'm sure your ego is feeling very stroked right now."
I raise an eyebrow.
He huffs. "I heard it."
"My ego isn't supersize now, if that's what you're implying. I didn't presume it was me who made you have aphysical response."
He looks at the ground, and then bumps my sandaled foot with his sneakered one. "It was the way you ran your fingers through your hair," he admits.
I flinch. That's not at all what I was expecting. No mention of breasts, or me bending over to pick up something, or any other low-hanging fruit.
"It was pretty," he adds, like he needs to explain what he liked about the motion. "Feminine." He sighs. "I don't know. But that's what started it. And I could've dealt with it, but then you got on the bed, and, yeah."
